It's shristmas day, don't say, no way
Time flies so fast that I'm caught short
No Xmas prezzies have been bought
Just poems on what I've been taught
I've rushed about, I'm getting fraught
Afraid plus plans will come to nought
Last night I had a drink, a few
Today, it's none, just one, or two
As designated driver
Saving license, car and liver
I hope that nobody suspects
I'm already planned what comes next
When prices are not quite so dear
I'll buy my outfit for next year
In sales we'll buy more sweet mince pies
Terrific, calorific and good
Leftover turkey, Christmas cake
Nuts, silver tinsel, Christmas pud
Maybe Champagne, a drink or two
Sequins, red Santa hat and wig
A photo showing what we do
Before we all fall off the twig
Imagine Santa in the sky
Is where we all good children go
To get rewarded when we die
To race across the snow cloud sky
We get rewarded with a sleigh
I'd like a new Rolls Royce I'd say
We wrote letters back in the day
I guessed I wouldn't get my way
The plastic reindeer glowing bright
Never seem to sleep tight at night
Alas I'm wise, I've learned the truth
'You can't park your sleigh on my roof'
I believed in Santa Claus
Got prezzies in bows by the tree
Years have flown by so fast
Now old, white-haired Santa is me.
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